"what do you wanna be when you grow up?"
he thinks of his long list...
A husband sent off to war
fighting for his country...
His folly is his downfall
every turn may be his last...
The land of olives
Obliterated to a struggle for life...
**I wrote this poem on the evening of September...
September 11, 2001...
I sit in the dark with eyes stare at none
With my heart so heavy as mound of stones...
Sweet dainty hands with candle-like fingers
Nails trimmed enough to titillate one in sight...
At every break of dawn
My soul wails from a faint heart...
Nobody knows what its like carrying an m-16,
Nobody knows how it feels when a helmet is worn...
Stand u soldier
Dry those tears...
I am who come with eternal gloom
I am who leave with ephemeral doom...
Standing on a riverbank,
He looked at his reflection...